Voxaholics Anonymous, Let's Redo The Garden!

It's snowing.
The Future Husband wakes up, curses the darkness, takes a look out the window and starts discussing..... gardening.
It's really coming down, for real, winter snow, big heavy flakes, and he stood by the window wondering if we should install a patio or just plant a lot of flowers to cover up all the ugly in our tiny little garden. With my green thumb, the only thing I'd like to install back there is a barbecue.

Just hear me out, tulips in the far corner, daffodis to the right...

I don't think he's completely processed the weather yet. He's back home but it doesn't feel like home yet because almost everything is just wrong. He is very alert, at 4 in the morning, when it's daytime back in Ecuador. He knows it's supposed to be dark and cold, but he's too pissed out about the lack of twenty or more degrees and sun to get accustomed to it yet. On the other hand, I never expected it to go in a flash, it must be really hard.

On other topics, I read Annika's post on facebooking and I have to say I disagree. I can see how it is extremely addictive, and I have finally, due to enormous amounts of pressure, added myself on Facebook. On one hand, it's kind of nice to find people you haven't seen in years on Facebook. You might send them a message or two to get an update on the past decade, but then that's kinda it. On the other hand, it's very, very Hot or Not . People have hundreds of friends and they get Superpoked! , or sen requestes to join Oktoberfest or bite a chunk out of the closest Vampire. I've seen people who go to the same university as I do, have other people who do the same in their friends-list. No harm in that, but th funny thing is when these 2 people walk past each other in real life, they don't say hi. They're just facebook-friends. I myself have lots and lots of people in my friends-list who I haven't seen in a deacade or so, mainly because I've chosen not to. Let's face it boys and girls, in these times it's not that hard to stay in touch if you really want to. But then comes an invitation to be a facebook friend, and you just click the Confirm-button because that's the polite thing to do. Eventhough you're really still waiting for an apology for all the times person X bullied you, didn't answer your love notes, ratted you out etc on second grade.

It could be worse (be warned, the link really is Worse), but I still think I prefer Vox. Voxaholics of te world, unite!